Go ahead. Imagine putting summer into a blender just at the time evening turns indigo. What will this chilled soup taste of? Kale? Zucchini? Who can explain to me why the timbre of a poem written at this time is so very different from one penned in the early morning hours?
Crime Scene 12 (continued but ended inconclusively)
ReplyDeletelists of downloads
key rings of strangers
packet of parsley seeds , expired
old blender, avocado color, on top of tv
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what can i do for you, heard in a loop
motorcycle arrives
relative calm
says he knows her from a long time ago
has tattoos
no more notes were found from this case. maybe the detective became lost in a private world of rumination. we cannot know from these notes, but the suspect may still be on the lam.